the difference between missing and kissing
is just one letter.

I got good at giving bad advice.

Patting backs and pushing them one step forward.

Until at the cliff
where one leads running into their own somersault flight
of the risk of the failure that there a dive.

I felt weightless
within this plunge.

Had faith the waters
will feather the fall.

I knew I could always climb back up
to go again,
to walk the same foot path my friends and I had stepped into creation.

they reached up to the universe
for their comfort,
pulling down the
webbing of constellations
to rub smoothly their cheek
like a child would their
mother's soft dress.

FACE REALITY AND CONQUER IT
ELSE SOMEONE ELSE WILL.

a thief of elemental meaning-
a rogue lifting lexicon.
acquiring this-and-that one
to add to the bound collection.
dulling or sharpening the scalpel that dissects expression of greater verbage
to smaller little slices.
a dictionary of spells, these languages,
that wind the world around
us.
the way of word is all distinct larceny on the path of yearning.

a lonesome lover
conjures they
who filled
the heart
with warmth.